Nevada County picayune., 1887-05-04

my dear" said Jonas.
 He saw her eyes were heavy with weeping, and looked away ashamed of himself. Then he be- took himself 10 his office where he ground out his money and during the day compromised with himself, He would do no extravagant thing, but when he went home, he would give lis wife what was necessary And alter all, as he had said to himself. 1t would have been bett CT to do it. He had grieved her and she was the only thing he loved on earth.
 He went home earlier than usu- al that evening to make what amends his soul would consent to and as he walked briskly along, being light upon his feet yet, he thought he would never again bring the tears to those good, kind eyes. Never, never again. and then,-what was that crowd? Peo. pie were coming his way, looking backward as they came. Men and women. all the riff raff that an ac. cident or an arrest will collect in the city. And now he was in the midst ofthe throng, close to four policemen, who, with set faces, marched in time, bearing between them stretcher on which lay a human form. It was covered covered with shawl. Jonas looked. Oh. Heavens, he knew the pattern of that shawl; only q few hours before, its dingy palm leavers of yellow brown, it's faded fringe. it's shabby brown centre had been spread out before him. It was his wife's shawl. "Stop-stop-stOp,' he cried. Let me see her-let me see her."
 Do you know her.' asked the policeman,
 "Let me see her face," said Jo. mas, growing so faint that kindly man, near by, supported him by the arm.
 "You would not know her face; a telegraph pole fell on her; it is crushed all out of shape." sad the policeman But shawls are alike; keep up your courage. l do not think this is any relation of yours: She's too shabby, See here, this is her bonnet you don't know that"
 The policeman held up bonnet. IL was crushed and soaked with blood, bat Jonas knew 1.-the streaked ribbon. and a flower among the other flowers had lost it's petals, he had fingered it as it lay on the table beside him.
 "Yes, I know" he cried, "she's Sarah; it's my wife,"
 Then he pulled away the shawl from the crushed face, and fainied out right, Just as his senses left him, he heard some one say:
 His wife! Why I thought she was be2gar"
 And another answered: Like enough-They call him a miser. l know him; his name is Jonas Pray.'
 They carried the poor woman to Jonas Pray's old house, helping to follow as he became himself. She was laid upon her bed, and there was coroner's inquest and then women prepared her body for bu. rial, talking among themselves Of the shame it was that she, rich mans wife should be so clad and then. their work finished, they went away that he might be alone with her If he would. But before the time came he had a cab called and went away in it. He was driv- en to large dry goods store where he asked 10 see the manager, and was shown to his office.
 He has come to beg," thought the manager, and his "what can l do for you," was curt. But Jonas cared nothing for anyone's manner now. He answered sadly: "l want to buy a shawl"
 "A salesman will attend to you, sir" said the manager.
 "No,n said Jonas, "I am too i'll, too broken to talk to a salesman, l can trust you. want the costliest shawl you have"
 ".\ madman," thought the mali- ager, tour costliest is S50o," said he repressing d smile.
 Have il put up for me-" said Jonas.